When she was one year oldher mother tied a ribbon,her head was small and boldand kept on slightly bobbing. The mother and her babestood in a field of rocks,they squeezed their eyes and smiledat a man with a picture box. The mother young and prettylooked forth with...
Come hold my hand and walk with me by the orange n’ lemon trees hold my hand and never let it go. Come see the beauty of the day the lazy clouds and birds at play and purple flowers on the hills below. Come sing the morning song with me dance aloud and jump up...
On Mother’s Day one Sunday morningI woke up all alone,a million mothers went to marchshouting out their scorn. They called to stop the violencedemanding gun control,they said our children would be saferand society as a whole. I sat alone–my kids were...